一份温暖，而不是占据多年的冰冷冷。
安素之并不感到难过，只是有些寂寞。
真的。
安素之看着天花板晶亮的吊灯，白色的影投在大理石上，很真实的样子，迟疑地把手伸过去，地板还是原来的样子，原来地板上的白色的光印在了手上，像一个小伤口。忽然想起挪威女歌手琳恩·玛莲的《it'strue》，她曾有一段时间很喜欢里头有些深沉和神秘的旋律。
iwishicould
sithereallalone
thinkingthisisokay
don'tneedanybodytonight
justpletesilendtheblight
andi'ddrinkmycoffee
wouldn'tworryatall...wouldn'tworryatall
iwouldfeelfine
likeialdo
iwouldbesmiling
laughingtoo
don'tneedanybody
leastofallyou
andtheniwouldbmyselfit'strue
iwishicould
stareatthewall
andsee&hing&&ime
everytime
thebwouldn'tstopburning
iblaydown
andiwouldn'tbeg
iwouldfeelfine
likeialdo
iwouldbesmiling
laughingtoo
don'tneedanybody
leastofallyou
andtheniwouldbmyselfit'strue
it'strue
it'strue